Qin Xiao stared blankly at the long sword inserted into the drum in front of him. The morning light swayed and fell on the sword's edge, scattering a dazzling light.
Following the sharp sword light, I saw the girl in the distance, as if she was wrapped in a halo, unable to see clearly.
Qin Xiao's heart sank for a while. He had only seen Jun Ci take action before. After fighting in person, Qin Xiao realized how powerful Jun Ci's martial arts was. The martial arts he was so proud of was so vulnerable to Jun Ci.
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Seeing Qin Xiao looking at him in despair, Jun Ci reflected on whether he suppressed the young man's arrogance too hard?
So Jun Ci couldn't help but calmly said: "Master Qin's martial arts is very good. At your age, with such attainments, you will become a great weapon in the future."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qin Xiao's face suddenly twisted, and after a long while he gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you for the compliment, general. If I remember correctly, the general is younger than me!"
Qin Xiao is seventeen this year, and Jun Ci is fifteen.
Realizing where Qin Xiao's anger came from, He Zhu thought he was overtly praising and covertly criticizing, and Jun Ci didn't bother to explain: "Master Qin, I am extremely talented in martial arts. It is rare in this world and is incomparable to others."
This is not Jun Ci's boast, it is the exact words of her mentor. It is up to Qin Xiao to decide whether to believe it or not.
Of course Qin Xiao didn't believe it, and even wondered how someone could be so shameless and brag about being a genius!
Seeing that the person had slowed down, Jun Ci didn't bother to pay attention to him. He faced everyone and asked, "Is there anyone still fighting?"
This time no one answered. After all, everyone in the camp who could fight was on stage, including Zhao Chun, who had shown his goodwill to the general early, but no one took a single move from the general.
Not to mention powerful people like Qin Xiao, in short, everyone who saw Jun Ci knocking down the entire military camp officers with such ease was in awe of Jun Ci from the bottom of their hearts.
The dissatisfaction and awkwardness of the past few days were gone, and he didn't even dare to meet Jun Ci's eyes.
Very satisfied with the effect of this arena, the smile that touched Jun Ci's lips suddenly fell: "In that case, after the arena, you can prepare well and receive your punishment tomorrow."
Only then did many people come back to their senses from today's scenes. They were still carrying one hundred to thirty military sticks without collars!
If they still had resentment and unwillingness in their hearts when Jun Ci punished them three days ago, they no longer dared to show any resistance.
Without saying a word, Jun Ci strode away. She still had many things to prepare.
The two days of competitions gave her a preliminary grasp of the skills of most people in the entire military camp. Everything is connected. The weapons a person uses and the moves he uses can reveal his character. It can be said that everyone in the military camp has
Officials, Jun Ci can generally understand their temperament, but the subtleties naturally need to be observed slowly.
A competition in the arena also exposed the closeness and distance between individuals in the general camp in every detail under her nose.
She knew exactly which ones were in groups, which ones were alone, and how many small groups there were.
However, she was not in a hurry to make it clear to them. Her display of force at least made most of the soldiers ignore her gender and choose to surrender in the face of absolute strength.
"Ah Xin, you go to the school grounds and put up a signboard and stick this on top." Jun Ci returned to the camp and pulled out a roll of paper.
It was an extremely long and wide piece, with the rules written in Jun Ci's handwriting and her seal on it.
Describe in detail the daily routine, drills, and responsibilities of the soldiers in the camp.
"The board with the list should be larger, and a space should be reserved for updating military news at any time." Jun Ci then warned, "Find a literate person to guard the board. If you meet someone who can read, read out the explanation.
In addition, news has been released that I will take up the post of assistant general of the Zuo Wei Army in two months according to the situation. From today on, the Zuo Wei Army will be led by..." After a pause, Jun Ci smiled and said, "I will personally lead it."
After waiting for a while and confirming that Jun Ci did not give any orders, Chen Xiao accepted the order: "Nuo."
After Chen Yin left, Jun Ci opened the book, studied it attentively, and began to think about the current situation of the Central Guard Army. She would support these people on the wall no matter what, but raising an iron-blooded army would not happen overnight.
In terms of work, the first thing that is lacking is money.
Zhou Rong despises her as a fifteen-year-old girl. Now he has more important things to plan, so he has no time to pay attention to her. Just in case, he only needs to hinder her in terms of food, salary and military equipment, which is enough to make her unable to do anything.
Convince the masses and break up the cohesion of the central guards.
She needs money, and she can't count on His Majesty's support. The only way...
A sinister smile appeared on her lips.
When Chen Niao came back, the smile was still hanging on his lips. Chen Niao's back straightened: "Aci, I...I didn't miss anything."
Chen Fu is Jun Ci's death warrior. Every master in the Jun family has one. He has followed her since she was a child. How to cultivate the will to look after the master. Chen Fu was put on the bright side. It was Jun Ci's intention. Jun Yi never interfered. Although Chen Fu
He looked naive, but his martial arts and loyalty met the requirements of a dead soldier, so Jun Yi never disliked him.
Jun Ci is Chen Xiao's master, and it is his faith that he wants to protect with his life. He knows Jun Ci's every move like the back of his hand.
Ah Ci is either happy or angry with his hands behind his back. Ah Ci smiles evilly, which means he has bad thoughts.
Just as he finished writing down the regulations on how to organize the military camp in the future, Jun Ci put down his pen, pulled out a map and handed it to Chen Xin: "The places I have circled are being looted by ruthless bandits. Find someone to inquire.
Ask them which ones are the fat sheep."
"Aci is going to suppress the bandits?" Chen Fu's round little eyes are bright and bright. He also likes to kill bad guys!
"Yeah." Jun Ci nodded.
If you don't have money, you can only rob. After the sudden death of Emperor Ming, the country of the Northern Dynasties was in dire straits under the fierce influence of the Queen Mother. Rebels rose up everywhere, and dens of bandits became a phenomenon.
Zhou Rong relied on pacifying several rebel armies and trying to hold back the mountains and rivers that the Northern Dynasty was hesitant to talk about, and he was able to control eight out of ten of the entire Northern Dynasty's military strength.
Zhou Rong was ambitious and wanted to replace him. He did not want to use up the army he had regarded as his own to suppress bandits everywhere, which led to many bandits who took advantage of the right time and place to become more rampant.
Soldiers must see blood to be bloody, and an army must fight to be brave.
Let's use these gangsters to train the Central Guard Army!
Let's collect some money for her along the way.
Chen Xin immediately started to do it. He wished he could kill Ah Ci with a hammer and have a hearty fight!
According to his opinion, why bother to inquire about the fat sheep, regardless of whether it is fat or thin, it will be served in one pot!
However, he never refuted Jun Ci's decision.
The master and the servant were gearing up for a big fight, but Qin Xiao and others, who didn't know they had been arranged, were sitting in the tent, looking extremely smelly.
"Young Master, are we going to give up here?" The one who spoke was Wu Zheng, the young general who first challenged Jun Ci.
Qin Xiao came from the county government's mansion, and everyone respectfully called him the Young Master in private.